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mother daughter poem

ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
machen Sie sich nicht um das unsichtbare Sorgen
in Ihren Armen war ruhige Freude
das Kind, das weg Blatt nach Blatt warf
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge


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